NOVEMBER 259 



great, soft yellows, of the colour no other 

 flower ensnares, and a bitter pungency all its 

 own. There are pinks, soft, dull pinks, with 

 white or grey in their high lights and copper- 

 red in their shadows. There are browns which 

 are orange also, when we come to the last 

 analysis, and whites which are greys, and 

 greens, and yellows as well. Ah, what colour ! 

 what fragrance ! And what abundance ! Not 

 a stalk can be found which would think of 

 offering a single niggardly flower. Threes, 

 sixes, or even tens, that is their idea of a 

 proper stalk. It is true that they have a trick 

 of lolling, face downward, on the grass, which 

 is annoying when we feel that the loss of even 

 a single blossom from the garden picture is an 

 appreciable one. It is not hard to train them 

 against some simple lattice, or to unpainted 

 stakes so slight that they need not suggest a 

 lumber yard. They do best laced back to a 

 hedge or a shrubbery, but they also grow 

 excellently close to the foundations of a house, 

 and they are inconceivably lovely when they 

 overhang a bank, or tumble like a fountain of 

 coloured fire down a little hill slope. The 

 main point is to have enough of them ; to 



